A Darker Shade of Magic

The prince ended nearly every sentence with a period. Even the questions. Rhy was the same way, and Kell thought it must simply be a by-product of never being told no.

but men who waded into waters claiming they could swim should not need a raft

“Hesitation is the death of advantage,”

Trouble is the looker, she’d answer. It keeps looking till it finds you. Might as well find it first.

A respectable prison is still a prison

For the ones who dream of stranger worlds

I’m not bitter,” grumbled Parrish back. “I’m broke.”

And Antari could speak to blood. To life. To magic itself. The first and final element, the one that lived in all and was of none.

He was, after all, Antari.

Kell it felt like more, like a friend, like family. It was, after all, a part of him (much more than it was a part of most) and he couldn’t help feeling like it knew what he was saying, what he was feeling, not only when he summoned it, but always, in every heartbeat and every breath.